I was in the lift upstairs with an off-school 4-grade boy with glasses, during which I heard with interests of what he did at school. Stepping out on the fifth floor where he lived, he bid me adieu. 

The door closed, and, instead of moving up, it opened again, when I was met with puzzled eyes of the boy standing at the doorstep of his home. I pressed the door close, but it still refused to move. When the door opened again, the boy was home with an empty corridor. 

Fearing the lift out of order again which I had experienced earlier in the year, I quickly went out to walk up the stairs on foot. It was then that I came to realize I had been a victim of his hoax.